Execute Their Airy Purposes.

Time Is The Subtle Thief Of Youth.

God Is Thy Law, Thou Mine: To Know No More Is Woman's Happiest Knowledge And Her Praise. With Thee Conversing I Forget All Time.

The Gay Motes That People The Sunbeams.

O Sun, To Tell Thee How I Hate Thy Beams That Bring To My Remembrance From What State I Fell, How Glorious Once Above Thy Sphere.

Live While Ye May, Yet Happy Pair.